Hey, Flatfoot! You ain't gettin' no place. Come here.

Me?
Susan: Yes you. Come on. Haul it over. Haul it over. You want someone to talk, don't ya?

Well, it's about time. I certainly do.

Get me out of this cooler and I'll unbutton my puss and shoot the works.

Say, hold on, lady...Hey, you ain't no lady.

Yeah, I kinda had you fooled for a minute, didn't I?

You sure did.

I could make a sucker out of a copper. What did I tell ya my name was?

Why, your name is, uh...Susan Vance.

Vance, Kitty Vance — that's my society moniker. But the mob all calls me Swingin' Door Susie...Now ya pegged me. Come on, Toots. Open up, open up.

Stop that, stop that. I'm not openin' any doors around here until you promise to talk.

Listen, I'll talk. I'll talk so much it'll make your hair curl.